Billionaire Gabriel was the only son of Chief Amzandu and had lived abroad since the age of twenty. After the death of his father, Gabriel returned home to take over the family business. His mother, Gloria, was a classy and beautiful woman, yet very humble and caring. She employed three maids in her large mansion: Erica, Georgina, and Joy.
The three women had been working for her long before her son returned to the country, and each of them was always looking for a way to get Gabriel’s attention, but he never seemed interested in any of them. Erica believed she was more beautiful than the others and was always doing everything she could to catch his eye.
Whenever Gabriel was working, she would walk in gracefully with a tray of coffee.
“Sir, I brought you a cup of coffee,” she would say, adjusting her posture slightly, her eyes lingering on him.
Gabriel, always composed, would offer a polite smile.
“Thank you, Erica.”
Nothing more.
Later, Erica would scoff, folding her arms as she looked at the others.
“You girls are just wasting your time trying to get his attention,” she said with a slight smirk. “You, Joy, are you even educated enough to marry a man of such caliber?” she added, raising a brow. “And you, Georgina,” she continued, her tone dripping with mockery, “always running your mouth and praying loudly so he will hear you. Do you think a man like that is afraid of demons?”
She let out a short laugh.
“A man whose father already fought demons for him.”
She placed a hand on her chest confidently.
“I am the only one in this house who is qualified to be his woman, and I will definitely become that.”
Joy hissed softly, shaking her head.
“Erica, until then we are all just playing our cards,” she replied calmly, though her eyes held quiet determination. “And me, I know what to do.”
Unlike the others, Joy focused her attention on Gabriel’s mother. One afternoon, she approached Gloria with a tray, her movements gentle and respectful.
“Madam, I made fresh juice for you today,” she said with a warm smile.
Gloria’s face lit up instantly.
“Ah, Joy, Joy, you are always taking care of me,” she said fondly.
Joy smiled outwardly, lowering her gaze in humility. But in her heart, her thoughts whispered something else.
Madam, you know I like you.
Then under her breath, barely audible, she murmured, “Please, tell your son about me.”
Georgina, on her own part, would position herself close to Gabriel’s door, listening intently for his footsteps. The moment she heard him approaching, she would quickly run to the living room, shut her eyes tightly, and begin shouting at the top of her voice,
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